Mrs. Caudle's Curtain Lectures by Douglas William Jerrold
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"And then dear mother's jams and preserves, love! I own it, Caudle;
it has often gone to my heart that with cold meat you haven't always had a pudding. Now if mother was with us, in the matter of fruit puddings she'd make it summer all the year round. But I never could preserve--now mother does it, and for next to no money whatever. What nice dogs-in-a-blanket she'd make for the children! "WHAT'S DOGS-IN-A-BLANKET? "Oh, they're delicious--as dear mother makes 'em. "Now, you HAVE tasted her Irish stew, Caudle? You remember that? Come, you're not asleep--you remember that? And how fond you are of it! And I know I never have it made to please you! Well, what a relief to me it would be if dear mother was always at hand, that you might have a stew when you liked. What a load it would be off my mind. "Again, for pickles! Not at all like anybody else's pickles. Her red cabbage--why, it's as crisp as biscuit! And then her walnuts-- and her all-sorts! Eh, Caudle? You know how you love pickles; and how we sometimes tiff about 'em? Now if dear mother was here, a word would never pass between us. And I'm sure nothing would make me happier, for--you're not asleep, Caudle?--for I can't bear to quarrel, can I, love? "The children, too, are so fond of her! And she'd be such a help to me with 'em! I'm sure, with dear mother in the house, I shouldn't care a fig for measles, or anything of the sort. As a nurse, she's such a treasure! |
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